A perennial girl-next-door, Tracy is found out in the aged shed, fully clothed and sitting on her asshole. She is straped at the neck to a short wooden post. Her wrists and ankles are manacled to a waist strap. A breath hood covers her head as her warm, golden locks fall out from underneath. The panties she wore down from her trip to see us rest inside the collapsing bag of the breath hood –and trust me, they were soaking wet from her vulva when they went in. After several minutes her position becomes more and more taxing. She keeps trying to lay down instead of sit up but her neck chain is too short to allow that -she just doesn’t know it. Her breathing, the collapsing and expanding of the hood quickens. After some time passes she is told to obtain up and performance us her asshole. She tries for some two minutes to obtain standing but in the end she fails to do so. So she’s helped up and then her neck re-chained to the ceiling and she’s told to turn around so we can inspect her. Her pants are removed. She is told to bend over and spread her cheeks. Her jubblies are also exposed.